And that wasn’t the most intimate thing they’dshared.
The whole night had been like something from a dream, a slice of a parallel universe that had been cut out and inserted into this one. It had been phenomenal – everything he’d ever wanted yet never dreamed he’d be able to find. It was also the cruelest trick he’d ever played on himself, because he still neededto find his brother, Damon, the man Cam thought had caused his parents’ deaths. There was no way Cam would help him. And Cam would never look at him the same way after he learned thetruth.
“If I’m going to contemplate this day,” Cam mumbled into the pillow. “I needsomuch caffeine. Like, ungodlyamounts.”
“Ungodly, huh?” Cort leaned more fully into Cam, running his nose along the column of Cam’s neck, loving the way the manshivered.
“I suppose there are other ways to wake up,” Cam allowed, pushing his ass back into Cort’s groin. Cort’s breath caught and hemoaned.
“Only one tiny problem with that,” he said, biting Cam’s shoulder. “Nolube.”
It was Cam’s turn to moan, but he shoved the pillow away from his face and turned to grin at Cort. “Well, fortunately for you, I’m endlessly creative, and I’m almost certain I can think of a way to makedo.”
Cort laughed out loud, stroking his finger down Cam’s cheek. “I believe you can,baby.”
His laughter died the second Cam reached for him, stroking his palm along the ridge of Cort’s very interested dick. “Fuck,” hegroaned.
Cam laughed. “I’m feeling like this would be better in theshower.”
“I’m feeling like I can’t imagine how thiscouldbe better,” Cort said, flopping onto his back and letting Cam balance above him. He wrapped his arm around Cam’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, but Cam tried to twistaway.
“Gross! Cort, my breathis…”
But Cort didn’t give a shit about morning breath. He lifted his head and met Cam’s lips, parting them with his tongue, desperate for whatever pieces of Cam he could keep. He couldn’t believe how quickly he’d fallen for the guy. Twenty-four hours ago, he’d thought Cam was his enemy. Twenty-four hours from now, he was positive they’d be enemies for real, and there would be nothing he could do to change it. Damon had to come first. But perhaps he could have just a few moreminutes.
Cort rolled, pushing Cam onto his back, loving the way Cam’s legs automatically parted, making room for him. He braced himself, palms to the mattress, and stared down into Cam’seyes.
“Cam,I…”
From the heap of clothing on the floor, a phone began to ring. Cam closed his eyes briefly and swore under hisbreath.
“Sorry. Shit. That’s my brother’s ringtone. Just gimme a minute,okay?”
He squirmed out of bed, and Cort flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d been about to say, but it was probably for the best that they wereinterrupted.
Too much, way toofast.
Cam grabbed his phone a second after it stopped ringing, and immediately hitredial.
“He never calls me, ever. So, I kinda need to takeit.”
Cort nodded, watching Cam as he waited and waited for his brother to answer. Apparently, the asshole was messing around or something, because Cam tried calling him three times, yet he didn’t pickup.
“I mean, he’s probably fine, right?” Cam said, frowning. He came to sit on the edge of the bed cradling the phone in both hands. “Like maybe he called me by accident,or…”
Cort pushed himself up to sitting. The moment was lost. He was fairly certain he could get it back easily, just by kissing Cam, but he wasn’t sure whether he should, or even if he wantedto.
“Probably,” heagreed.
Cam turned and looked at him, then back at his phone, disappointment evident in the slump of his shoulders. “Or maybe I should get going and, uh, check on him,” he saidquietly.
Cort wondered if Cam wanted him to argue. Hewouldn’t.
“I should probably go, too. Do some… stuff,” he said instead. Stuff like hitting the liquor store and wishing his own brother wouldcall.
Cort stood up and stepped in front of Cam, pulling the man to his feet and kissing him with every ounce of the happiness and need he’d begun to associate with Cam. “This has probably been the best night of my whole life,” he told Cam simply. “Believe it.” He rested his forehead on Cam’s for a second, cursing his dumb luck and Cam’s, then he pulled back. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Seaver,” he said, then he walked into thebathroom.
When he turned to close the door, he saw Cam standing silently, watchinghim.
